[voice post / private to self / unhackable]
Mitsuhide-san’s alive . . .
I’m glad . . . So glad . . .
[A faint sniffle, and the hitch of a sob.]
No doctor can bring the dead back to life . . . no doctor can work miracles . . .
I said that once. That is precicely why I fight so hard for what life I can save . . . especially the lives of those dear to me . . .
I told him that I’d fight for his life the best that I can-no matter the cost. . . . Does this City mean to torture me by making me remember my words? By showing me that I couldn’t save him in time? . . . I’m . . .
[A jagged intake of breath.]
I fought . . . I tried . . . but it wasn’t enough?
If I could, I would have taken his place . . .
[A sharp exhale, followed by an audible shudder.]
But . . .
But all that matters now is that he’s alive . . . he’s alright . . .
Mitsuhide-san . . .
I love you . . . I'm sorry . . .
[A quivering gasp for air, and a click as the communicator is turned off.]
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